Christened

on the fly. His forehead
dripping the water of
one ruffled leaf dripping
the water of one rain-
heavy branch behind him

And Walking, and Walking

Kick the head off
a dandelion, think
about your pets.
Trail, trail. It gets so
hot so
fast. The triangle
of your head to my
head to the sun
can’t widen anymore, but I can
brace it with quiet,
with sleep.
What do you look like.